confession

I don't drink as much as I blog I do.

It's true, and I just came out of the closet about it on someone else's site, and I really liked the way it sounded.

Probably because I'm half in the bag.

I think it is really funny to joke about alcoholism and addiction. I don't know why, but I do. I tell my co-workers that I do heroin. And coke. I don't do them, but it's funny to say I do. Especially because we are always stressed out and whining about some sort of asinine crackedyness and the problems that other people's problems cause for us.

Where are you going?
There is ten dollars worth of horse in my purse and I saw a needle out back on my way in. I'm going to go see if it is still there. The girls over at the City are pissing me the eff off today.
-exit-

Are you okay?
I will be after I stop answering the phone and put these six lines up my nose.
-exit-

Everybody laughs and no one dares ask me where I've been when I get back from a twenty minute break. The real answer is the coffee shop, or Macy's, or the Gap, or the park, or just around the block, or for two rides up and down the elevator. They can think what they want, I like the twenty minutes of privacy it brings me each day.

I'm entitled to that, right? Smokers get smoke breaks. Some people poop at work. There is this elusive thing I hear of called a "lunch hour" that some people get. I don't do any of those things. Give a sista a break.

Or a hit offa whachu got.